Now we're quits, and goodbye, and do you always think kindly of Thomas Sims, though I don't suppose I shall drive you no more in this world." "Goodbye, Mr.Sims," said Godfrey, who was touched.

Moreover Mr.Sims seemed to be familiar to him, at the moment he could not remember how, or why.
The man wheeled his cab round, whipping the horse which was a spirited animal, and started at a fast pace.
Godfrey, looking after him, heard a crash as he emerged from the gates, and ran to see what was the matter.

He found the cab overturned and the horse with a 'bus pole driven deep into its side, kicking on the pavement.

Thomas Sims lay beneath the cab.

When the police and others dragged him clear, he was quite dead! Godfrey went to bed that night a very weary and chastened youth, for never before had he experienced so many emotions in a few short hours.
Moreover, he could not sleep well.